Protector: A Billionaire Step-Brother Romance

I rose up and started bucking hard into her, hearing a sharp gasp of pleasure with each rough, impassioned thrust. I let my own ecstasy rise up just barely to the point of no return before restraining myself, pulling Mackenzie up as I leaned back just enough to let her sit on my lap while my hands grasped her breasts, massaging them as my mouth tended to her neck.

“Oh god, you’re so fucking strong, big brother,” she cooed in front of me, fingering her clit as I bounced her gently on my bulging cock.

I let out a low growl in response, eager to show off, and getting a firm grip on the bottom of her ass, I lifted Mackenzie up into the air off my cock. She let out a yelp, partly from surprise and partly with a hint of disappointment of being suddenly deprived of the brotherly mass that had been so sweetly shoved into her just a moment before. I spun her around effortlessly before laying her gently back onto the bed.

The way she looked back up at me as I raised one of her legs to shove myself sideways back into her made my heart flutter just as much as it had the first moment I’d seen her, in this very room. She was innocent, just a virgin, a young woman who had the whole world closing in on her as she hoped for the best in the people in her life and the future ahead of her. If it weren’t for me, she could already be chafing under the uneasy relationship Dad was drawing her mom into. All those sweet, loving eyes needed was someone to help her out, sometimes in more ways than one. All she needed was her brother to protect her.

Her cunt had never been so warm and inviting as it was then, her whole body shuddering as a gasp escaped her that was not just ecstatic but relieved to have me back inside. I knew she felt safe as I rocked my hips back and forth, lovingly, then faster and more passionately as I felt her tighten around me in the telltale signs of her incoming orgasm. I bucked into her faster, realizing the warmth and strength in my motions and the increasing irregularity of my thrusts just as Mackenzie cried out loud.

“Ohhhhh, FUCK ME, BIG BROTHER!”

I hardly had time to clasp a large hand to her mouth to quiet her, but her hands gripped my biceps lovingly as I suddenly felt her whole body contort and spasm as the orgasm shook her head to toe, a wash of her honey flooding my cock just as I could restrain myself no longer, and despite myself, I heard a long, low groan escape me as I shot hot cum into her, each pulse of my cock earning her another twitch and a little gasp. The pearly fluid filled her up as her own honey drenched me, and I left myself inside her while our dual orgasms ended. Letting her leg fall to the side, I bent down, cock pulsing with the remainder of its energy, and I embraced her with both arms, hugging her tight while our lips met in a deep kiss.

“That was for you, sis,” I held her as she cuddled into my chest, both of our breaths heavy as we laid in the residue of one another’s lust. Of our love.

“Do you think someone heard us?” she whispered back, her voice delicate but worried.

“And if they did?” I returned an arrogant smile, finally letting my naked cock slide out of her and rolling onto my back. Mackenzie followed close by, stroking my pecs while burying her face into my shoulder. Finally, she smiled.

“You’re right. I love you, Cole,” she purred, her voice absolutely unwound of all its fear, all its tension.

The time had blown by, we realized, and the next few moments were a rush to dry ourselves off and get back into the clothes we’d spent so much time trying to look perfect in. I pushed open the door first, half-expecting there to be a crowd of horrified servants there waiting for us. But there was nobody. The hall was empty.

“The wedding,” Mackenzie whispered, suddenly panicked. We rushed to the door outside, stopping ourselves just shy of busting out into the garden as Todd and Julie van der Hausen made their way down the aisle, the clapping and cheering of relatives drowned out by the wedding march as our parents waved back at them, walking hand-in-hand wearing the expressions of newlyweds.

We’d just fucked while our parents exchanged vows.

MacKenzie

My stomach churned as it dawned on me fully that I had just missed my own mother’s wedding. I hadn’t seen her walk down the aisle. I hadn’t been there when she said “I do” and kissed her new husband—my new father. Tears stung at my eyes as I realized just how little I wanted to be there anyway, how desperately I wanted to make the whole event disappear. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about my mom, it was that I loved her so much that it broke my heart to watch her marry someone who would surely hurt her. Cole and I stood behind a huge stone pillar, watching the reception festivities from a safe distance.

“I’m so sorry we missed it, Kenzie,” he muttered at my ear. I shrugged and wiped a stubborn tear from my eye, thankf

ul for my decision to wear waterproof makeup.

“I’m not,” I replied coldly, “I probably would have yelled ‘I OBJECT!’ or something.”

Cole laughed gently and kissed the top of my head. “I know it’s hard, sweetheart. But I know you and your mom are really close and she would’ve wanted you there.”

I swiveled around, bitter tears stinging at my eyes once more. “Are you trying to make me feel worse?”

He winced and realized how his words had sounded to me. “Sorry. Really. I don’t mean to make you feel guilty. It’s my fault anyway. If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me.”

Cole looked so much like a wounded puppy that I simply couldn’t sustain my anger. I sighed and leaned into him, tucking a now-messy curl behind my ear. “No, no, it’s fine. You’re right, though. She probably missed me. Unless she was just too blinded by all the flashing cameras and the excitement to notice. God, I hope she didn’t notice.”

Watching her spin slowly on the designated grassy dance floor with her head on Todd’s shoulder and a huge smile on her face, it became clear to me that she was perfectly fine. I knew Julie Mason, and if she had been knowingly betrayed by her own daughter, she would be off crying somewhere. She was a good actress, but she was also an extremely emotional lady. I smiled to myself, relieved that I hadn’t ruined her big day. After all, it wasn’t like I was a member of the wedding party or anything; her glossy actress friends had been the bridesmaids, as my mom didn’t want too much media focused directly on me. Even though I knew she had to be upset with me for leaving, she still wanted to protect me from the spotlight as much as possible. A surge of love for my mom clutched at my heart and I walked out into the sunlight, with Cole trailing a little dejectedly behind.

As I approached the crowds of murmuring, teary-eyed wedding guests, the DJ put on a saccharine-sweet old-timey ballad and said into the microphone, “Here comes the beautiful daughter just in time for the Daddy-Daughter dance!”

Everyone turned to stare at me, some smiling blissfully and others confused, suspicious of my absence and sudden reappearance. I froze, blinking numbly as a path cleared in front of me to the dance floor. Todd assumed the stereotypical “proud-father” stance with his hands behind his back, and my mother blew me a kiss as she took a seat on the sidelines. I could almost feel Cole bristling behind me.

“Go on, don’t be shy!” crooned the DJ, and I wanted nothing more than to bolt out of the yard and off the nearest cliff. But Todd extended a big, beckoning hand, and I couldn’t refuse—not in front of everyone. So with my heart pounding in my chest I slowly joined him on the dance floor and took his hand. His other hand first caressed my face, then dropped to a respectable position on my mid-back. I could hear members of the audience mumble “awwww.”

I wanted to vomit all over Todd’s shiny designer shoes.

The music swelled around us as we fell into step, turning and swaying in wide circles. I couldn’t dare to meet his eyes, so I simply glued what I hoped was a convincing smile to my face and made eye contact with various strangers. Once I made the mistake of catching Cole’s gaze; he was cold and scowling, one of his legs shaking tensely under the table. I hoped this song was short, because the longer it dragged on, the closer and closer Cole came to actually throwing furniture and tackling his dad. And that was one photo we definitely didn’t need in the tabloids.

At the end of the song, Todd let go of one of my hands and bowed ceremoniously. I quickly curtsied and he bent to kiss my cheek, a little too close to my mouth. As he did so, I could smell the pungent odor of far too many gin-and-tonics. But his smile was glittering white and his face ruggedly handsome, and the wedding guests applauded as though it was the most beautiful display of human interaction they’d ever witnessed. Once the song ended and the normal party music resumed, the guests all but stormed the dance floor and my mom took my place at Todd’s side. Before I could rush away, she pulled me into a tight hug and kissed my forehead—undoubtedly leaving a lipstick print.